The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1620

Chapter 1620: The Hundred Years Agreement

The Primordial of Life tore through space and time, heading towards the emergence of the New Light. Shackled by his waist was the head of the Adjudicator, whose eyes shone as bright as the sun. He was alive and aware, but the consciousness inside of him was different. Now, Asteraoth dwelt within this skull.

In front of them was a massive sun, burning white and red like the two halves of a yin-yang diagram, although countless light years and dimensions separated them, with the speed of a Primordial, it was simply a few steps away.

The face of Primordial Light was twisted in a great frown. To leave his domain without a functional Throne was costly, and he would have to spend a lot of his Essence to push Reality to a state where his consciousness could be allowed to emerge.

If it were for any other reason, Primordial Light would not have left his Domain; he would have taken the time to craft another Throne, no matter how long it took, but events had forced his hand, and it was not just the emergence of a New Light.

To awaken him from his slumber, Primordial Life had slaughtered the Adjudicator, the Throne of Light.

On the surface, this was the right choice for him to make, but such a radical act placed Primordial Life in a bind. His Throne was broken, and if he wanted to regain the pieces of the Adjudicator that were left in the hands of Primordial Memory, it would take too much time, so he had no choice but to ally with Primordial Life.

Primordial Light would have condemned Primordial Life and demanded compensation from him. There were other ways to wake up Primordial Light. Still, none would be quick enough to awaken him before it was too late, so Primordial Light could only swallow his anger and make a deal with Primordial Life that went against his interest.

In this manner, Primordial Light was wrapped under the power of Primordial Life and was being taken to the emergence of this new Light, where Asteroath was going to regain the power of his errant Throne and punish the child who thought himself to be infallible.

Another step forward would bring them to their destination, but someone was waiting for them ahead. Space and time had been sealed and compressed to rest beneath their feet, and if they were to proceed, they would have to pass through this obstacle.

Primordial Life paused, and he frowned, "Eldrithor, you are forbidden from this place."

Primordial Chaos, Eldrithor, who had sealed off the space and time that could lead to the location of the new Light, looked at the two new arrivals with a smile on his face,

"I can say the same to you, Vorthas, Asteroath. You are out of your domains, and your presence alone has broken the boundary that both of you stringently enforced, especially you, Asteroath. Was it not you who claimed that no one should tamper with the Destinies of the inhabitants? Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

"Silence!" Asteraoth growled, "Step out of the way or I shall shatter your Throne, Eldrithor. You forget your place."

Eldrithor laughed aloud, "I always thought you were better suited to be Demon, but even after all this time, you have always loved to be in the limelight. Ah, you think I fear you, Asteroath? I AM CHAOS!"

With these words. Primordial Chaos attacked. Dragging it out was impossible. In normal times, perhaps he could match the Throne of Primordial Life in battle, but as it was now, he was outmatched, but he was not here to win, but to delay.

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Primordial Demon was charging at Rowan when he paused and looked into the distance. The clash between the three Primordial Thrones caused such great disturbance in Reality that even those who were not yet born could sense the clash of these titans.

Countless thoughts passed through his eyes, and he turned to Rowan, surprised; however, before he could make any move, the space around him bubbled and shifted as the dove Ouroboros Serpents that had vanished before their clash returned.

They were now surrounding Primordial Demon, and without any buildup, they attacked, Reality shattering underneath their countless fangs.

The tension in Rowan’s soul that had reached a breaking point reversed, and his breathing settled. He looked within himself, analyzing the possibility that he could open another circle, but the chance for that was slim. There was too much potential for interference, especially as Primordial Life was near this place.

Rowan shuddered as he felt a chill spread through the last fragment of his soul. He looked down to see that a blade of darkness had pierced his body, accurately locating his singular weakness.

Coughing blood, Rowan laughed, "Amazing, even Light could not detect that fragment of my soul."

The Old Light had been pure, unchanging, eternal. Separating it from the first flames made this light to be cold and untouchable. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

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